astraea,
She has the bloodshot eyes sheathed by lids
That weigh even more than she has ever been
She's a pain to touch with all her bones jutted out
Orange are the flames of energy now lost
They danced with winds of any strength
This passion once translated out to her movements
Dead yellow toenails dressed her to the tips
In close resemblance to her career's end
Painted toes and painted smiles mask the struggles inside
Green and blue are the bruises she endured
But all these pains would never match feels now
Pent up frustration now makes her numb
To a lavender's scent she was often compared
Her motions soothing with a feminine grace
But her petals now shrivel and fall to the ground
She is a full spectrum, but a washed out one
Literary: Washed Out Spectrum
She has the bloodshot eyes sheathed by lids
That weigh even more than she has ever been
She's a pain to touch with all her bones jutted out
Orange are the flames of energy now lost
They danced with winds of any strength
This passion once translated out to her movements
Dead yellow toenails dressed her to the tips
In close resemblance to her career's end
Painted toes and painted smiles mask the struggles inside
Green and blue are the bruises she endured
But all these pains would never match feels now
Pent up frustration now makes her numb
To a lavender's scent she was often compared
Her motions soothing with a feminine grace
But her petals now shrivel and fall to the ground
She is a full spectrum, but a washed out one
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